Sorry I was gone so long. There have been a lot of things going on that have prevented me from posting, not the least of which, hosting an exchange student. Any way, I'm sure you're all impatient to get back to the story now that I've thoroughly pissed you all of by being gone so long. A few responses.
libraflyter—no she can't seem to can she. And she won't in the near future either. And yes brunette would be closer but really that was the point, the closest thing to Raven's natural hair color is purple HER NATURAL HAIR COLOR! So in refusing to believe that they chose the color farthest from Raven's.
Trillinka—tsk… what all closed-minded people do. Reject what they don't comprehend.
soaring-bright-flame—right… not way I copied off of you…shifty eyes No really I didn't. Great minds think a like I guess. And as for the rest, I'm glad you liked and I'm sorry about not updating. I really wanted to but alas, see authors note. Sorry.
DarkChild5—Thank you, and that's exactly what I had in mind.
Xrara—are you a telepath?
Sparrowing—yay! I got a good job. And I know just what you need. A thesaurus. And more separation anxiety.
ravenrocs4eva—sorry bout that.
True-Geek99—thanks, and yeah, he's a coward.
Darkaurora333—No, you're stories are great! Really Promise.
Travis Hicks—Mr.Hicks, there is a little key located under the 'l' and when you hit it a dot appears. (Just kidding. I just noticed you lack of periods.) Any way, she wasn't crying because she hurt Doug, control is the most valuable thing in Raven's life, and she lost it over him. That's why she was up Set.
Important!
I have gotten a few reviews that are a little confused and I think I know why. I write a different kind of fan fiction than most other people on this website. Though this story is primarily based off of the Cartoon Network series, I pull heavily on the comic back-story. If you need help with this, I can recommend www.hyperborea(dot)org(backslash)flash(backslash)raven(dot)html another thing, I take a lot of artistic liberties, such as making up that spell for Raven to send Azar, (who is in fact dead) a letter. Or a few creative take that explain certain things to better blend with this world. If you have ANY questions concerning what is true form comics or the show or what I made up then please just ask. I don't want to confuse any one. Thank you.
ON WITH THE SHOW!
Raven looked up at the looming building that cut into Central City's skyline. She entered through the front door and requested directions at the desk.
"Who are you here to see young lady?" The receptionist asked. In only a week the Evans had thrown away her 'normal' clothes, having deemed them inappropriate, so Raven was left with itchy wool and high collar blouses. The secretary looked skeptical.
"Ms. Sands please." The woman gave her a strangely sympathetic look and direction to an office on the third floor.
Raven approached the door slightly tensely. She rubbed her eyes—nothing wrong with them—the door was covered in glitter and red hearts.
Oh pretty! Happy piped in.
Maybe she just hasn't taken down valentine's decorations. Curiosity suggested.
She won't like me. Timid bemoaned.
Let's just get it over with, it can't be that bad! Brave demanded.
Go back to the Titans. Cowardly pleaded.
Raven grumbled and entered. The room was a throw back toe the early '90's. Raven would have seen it too had she been in this dimension at that time. She hadn't and the bright colors and geometric shapes shocked her. The door slammed shut—hard! She quickly got the powers back under control. If the social worker's office in Jump was the absence of color of the doldrums then this was the opposite on the island of Conclusions. Raven hoped she wouldn't have to swim though anything to get out. (Comparisons taken form the book the Phantom Tollbooth)
Hesitantly she took her seat in a swinging bucket chair. The woman in front of her looked more like a Full House character than a real person. Beastboy would have made that analogy, Raven didn't know enough about TV.
She was wearing a very bright Cosby sweater and her ponytail was on the side of her head. Good thing Raven 'doesn't do fear.' Times like these she wished natural selection were still active.
"I think I've like totally, found the perfect house for you." Her voice was high and the blond frizz of her hair (permed) bobbed when she talked.
How'd you like, totally, make it past high school? Spite huffed and crossed her arms. Raven agreed
The woman continued. "They have a young girl that's, like, interested in people with—unique traits I think you'll like, be able to stay there for more than, like, a week." Raven was handed a form with a brief summary. They weren't the Titans but maybe they wouldn't be so bad. The girl, though, that might be a problem. Raven didn't want to be a freak in a show.